Free Aaron: Book Three (Scars 3) by Sinden West Page A

pulling
down my underwear so my hardon sprang free. She was eye level with it,
inspecting it, still with that evil smirk on her face. Slowly she lifted one
hand to stroke along its length ever so gently.
    I held my
breath, waiting for her to grip it tightly and dig her nails into my flesh. I
must have flinched as with an agonizing calmness, she lifted her head to look
up at me. “What do you want me to do right now, Aaron?” Her voice was so soft;
it was so wrong.
    “I want you to
stop acting like a whore.” The harshness in my voice only served to make her
seductive and nasty little smile widen.
    She shook her
head. “I don’t think so. I think you like the whore. You keep telling yourself
that it’s the Madonna who you want but it’s always been the whore who has
attracted you. You couldn’t have the Madonna, the good girl, the virgin,
because she would turn to stone under your hands.”
    I let out a
laugh. “Been reading the Bible?”
    “I know you,
Aaron. Now, tell me what you want?” Her voice was as hard as her eyes and I
gazed down at her for just a moment before answering.
    “I want your
mouth on my cock.”
    “No,” she
snapped. “Don’t say want. That’s not good enough. Say ‘need’. Say ‘I need your
mouth on my cock.’” 
    I laughed again.
“It would be a lie, though. I don’t need you, honey.”
    She gently moved
her hand along my hard dick and it was difficult not to let out a groan of
impatience. “I think you’re the one whose lying, Aaron. Just say it. It won’t
cost you anything,” she coaxed.
    We both knew
that wasn’t true though.
    We kept staring
at each other, until finally she lowered her head and I thought that she would
cover my cock with that mouth of hers, but she didn’t. She let go of me and
stood. “I need a shower,” she muttered as she turned away. I opened my mouth to
call after her but then closed it again.

Chapter Eight
    I made sure that she was asleep before I
went to bed. If she moved or spoke, I probably would have held her down and
tormented her body until all she wanted was my dick inside of her. But I
didn’t. I just slid in beside her sleeping form, careful not to touch her,
although it was hard not to.
    As I lay there,
staring up into the dark, the woman took up most of my thoughts. I imagined
killing her and seeing her collapse from a gunshot wound that she didn’t see
coming. Stupid bitch. Didn’t she realize that I was her God? Her life and that
of her sons was in my hands and at the mercy of my whims. They would die how
and when I chose…
    What are you
waiting for, Aaron?
    “Shit.” I thrust
the sheets aside and swung my legs from the bed. It was time to talk to Antony.
I dressed and left the house without waking Rachel. When I drew up to his
house, the men standing guard outside gave me a nod before letting me through.
It was late, but Antony was still entertaining.
    It was a red
head this time. Large breasted and with a generous ass, she was spread over his
sofa wearing a skin tight dress while Antony sat opposite her, drinking in the
sight.
    “Got a moment?”
    His head twisted
toward me. His eyes were wide with surprise. “Aaron. Crap. What the hell are
you doing here?”
    I looked at the
woman. “You need to go.”
    She sat up,
looking pissed and pulling her dress up at the front before looking expectantly
at Antony, who sighed. “Sweetheart, why don’t you go upstairs to the bedroom?
I’ll be there soon.”
    “Fine,” she
huffed, as if she thought that she would be anything more than a one night
stand. She teetered past me in her stilettos, leaving a trail of sickly perfume
in her wake.
    “What is it?
It’s late.”
    I didn’t take a
seat. “I went to take care of your little job today.”
    He raised an
eyebrow. “Yeah? I thought you said that you were taking care of it next week.”
    I took a step
closer to him. He was drunk, although he was doing a good job of hiding it.
    “I was just
doing a little reconnaissance. I